BROKEN

BROKEN

Young and strong and off to war
Soldiers don't know what their fighting for
Spirits high boots on the ground
Mortars firing what a huge sound
Branches breaking, whispering voices
Soldiers don't have too many choices
Preparing for a fight
Just stay down and out of site
Spirits crack, bodies broken
American flags just a small token
Mind begins to race, not sure what to do
Dreams haunt them at night of friends lost in the fight
Spirits fractured and broken beyond repair
Feeling guilty because you came home
How do you show them their not a lone
Bodies heal, spirits mend
Just remember their watching, your friends




Poetry by ternic2005
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Written on 2016-01-08 at 23:52

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Ivan R
A perfect tell of the crazy world of fighting wars that no-one really understands. Great poem this one is.
2016-01-09